Keep what we got — Dough Boys on the block again She’s some type of Michelin, Crown Royal, Cartier Burnin’ like acid rain, plus the ice on my chain China like a chandelier, wildin’ in the fast lane Decided — one of my favorites got me lookin’ like ice cream Yeah, I like the nice things, French ID in tight jeans Jesus Christ in my bloodstream, Book of Mormon in the backseat Blackwood twistin’, Gorilla Skittles, we don’t pass weak Rollin’ through the village, I see Cousin and my uncle there Blessed like a prophet, I got angels in my underwear Whispers from the Spirit, but I still keep that thunder near Gospel in my speakers while I’m swervin’ through the summer air Got that holy drip — water blessed, never counterfeit Read the Word, lit the blunt, now I’m really feelin’ it Gold cross dancin’ while the bassline thumps Pull up like Elijah in a Benz with a bass trunk Call me Batman Cuz — all I do is dream of Robyn Stackin’ bread and verses, call it holy doctrine mobbin’ We got your momma in the trap house, communion like a stash mouse And mercy runnin’ deep if you ever try to back out Scrolls in my backpack, temple on my snapback Ten toes down where the shepherds and the traps at Preachin’ on the block like I’m scribin’ out a psalm While the deacon playin’ spades with a .40 on his arm Glock in the glovebox, grace in my chestplate Singin’ hallelujah while I’m dodgin’ all the red tape Tithes in the crypto, heaven in the layout Sippin’ on some wisdom, watch the fake ones fade out